I never said there were no trees here

It's a misconception about the place. There  are a few trees even in the village - though these are rather more bush-like than tree-like.

From time to time I wonder what I am doing here. I miss trees a bit though the walls are a recompense.

I am also wondering about my snaps; yesterday I wailed myself to sleep [slight exaggeration but I a bit misi ] . I like some snaps that show what's happening, The Crofter blog for example. But when it comes to the other work, I wonder what I am doing. And the more I attend the darkroom to play, the less inclined I am to try and produce 'normal' prints - you know the sort - looks like life as we know it, has black and white and persons don't give it a second glance - least of all me. I mean, look over my shoulder, you should be able to see a great pile of old prints of this and that of nothing much that I really don't like to admit I made.

The other day, Coelyne of the Coelynes called over [to see the cat-lettes, not me] and I showed him a nicely distressed pinhole lith print. And he DID notice it. The speck of chocolate on the print. You know, real dark chocolate. That's something I am going to specialise in I think- food related bits stuck to prints. Eh? I mean, who else is doing that?